downstairs, she begged to visit the dear old rooms, and carried
Conrade through a course of recognitions through the scarcely altered
apartments. Only one had been much changed, namely, the schoolroom,
which had been stripped of the kindly old shabby furniture that Fanny
tenderly recollected, and was decidedly bare; but a mahogany box
stood on a stand on one side; there was a great accession of books,
and writing implements occupied the plain deal table in the centre.

"What have you done to the dear old room--do you not use it still?"
asked Fanny.

"Yes, I work here," said Rachel.

Vainly did Lady Temple look for that which women call work.

"I have hitherto ground on at after-education and self-improvement,"
said Rachel; "now I trust to make my preparation available for
others. I will undertake any of your boys if you wish it."

"Thank you; but what is that box?"--in obedience to a curious push
and pull from Conrade.

"It is her dispensary," said Grace.

"Yes," said Rachel, "you are weak and nervous, and I have just the
thing for you."

"Is it homoeopathy?"

"Yes, here is my book. I have done great things in my district, and